Betrayal

That's all she could feel as she was left on Olympus by her own family. Her own parents

To what? Appease some gods who wouldn't care if they all died?

She could see the guards flanking either side of the huge, white golden doors, staring at her as though she were merely a mouse. And, in this world, she was. A mouse in the world of the gods

She had never been desirable, as they called her. Sure, she was pretty. But pretty wouldn't get you fat in the world. Pretty got you sacrificed. Being beautiful, now that was the dream. Being beautiful meant you were desired, safe, and worshipped. Being desired meant you didn't wear the sacrificial rags and stand before the gods

Around the room, the thrones were aligned like dominoes, each beautiful and carefully designed to portray their owner. On any other day, these would have been fascinating to her, but now... It filled her with fear and dread. Which one of these beings, these apex predators that sat upon their designated throne, take her. It terrified her. The gods could be merciful and see her as a servant or a plaything, or they could be ruthless... And she wasn't hoping for the last one